Poems About Guitars by Top Critiquers

a lonesome night
their guitar cries

cut through my
heart tear me

apart take me
where i need to

be in the core

in that horrible
place where the
demons reside

uncomfortably

they fill the air
taint my space

voices & noises
coming in waves
make me numb

slay me inside

God i am tired
can't even write

i close my eyes
hide in their cries
surrender my body

into the abyss of night

A young Lieutenant Commander Spock
Was emulating his Star Fleet cats
Because he liked the way they would talk
Regarding the Zen of Minnesota Fats
Guiding his balls into awaiting holes
Without tricorder readings used at all
Or all the fussy logic rigamaroles  
Of a billiard math intellection squall,
Which tempted him to use Jedi force
But Vulcan ethics would not let him cheat
Or take advantage during intercourse
When Vulcan ladies were not in their heat...
 
Which I hear is just every seven years
And not enough...